It was a roller coaster week.
*The lows of discovering that I had many more revisions to do on a wip I thought was ready to go. Weeks of work.
*the highs of seeing an entirely different project have life breathed into it once again… of discovering new editors who were excited to read it.
*the lows of being discouraged by the slowness of this industry
*the highs of re-reading a previous project and just plain LOVING it. Realizing that no matter what, I wrote a book I’m damn proud of.
I’ve learned so much from this industry, discovered a lot about myself, and have the battle scars to prove it. And yet I’m still proud of what I have, of who I am, and whats more, I still love reading and writing with an incredible passion I can’t describe.
I read four books this week. An MG, a non-fiction book on the 2008 democratic contenders, and two YA’s--one very fun and commercial and the other very literary and issue-oriented. And then I also re-read my own novel, and got excited all over again, because I hadn’t read it in nearly six months.
At this very moment, instead of feeling like I’m standing at the bottom of a never ending stair case, I kind of feel like I’m in the middle. An yeah, sometimes I stumble down a few flights after climbing so close to the top, but I don’t feel like I’m at the bottom anymore. I’ve met amazing people, I have a great agent, I actually know what the different imprints of publishing houses are, and I read far more than the average person. So… here I am, saying I’m not STUCK anymore, that I’m moving around, in all different directions, listening to Muzak and waiting for something to happen.
But I feel good and hopeful again. And that’s nice. 2008? Its going to be my year.